"Sorry for the trouble, Li'er."
Lin Changheng looked at the female cultivator and spoke with heartfelt sincerity.
After all, Mo Zhaoli was a Foundation Establishment cultivator. That she would do all this to help him, out of their old affection, was truly rare.
In his previous life, the saying "the first swing of the sword after reaching shore" referred merely to people abandoning old relationships after entering graduate school or securing government jobs-at most, an initial opportunity to possibly cross class boundaries.
Yet even that could make people so cold!
Mo Zhaoli's breakthrough to Foundation Establishment, on the other hand, had been a qualitative transformation. Her strength, standing among cultivators, lifespan, and progress along the immortal path had all changed tremendously, yet she still cherished their bond.
That was rarer still!
Now that Lin Changheng had reached the second tier in the Pill Dao, he could finally repay her in tangible ways.
"Take a look, Brother Lin."
A smile curved Mo Zhaoli's lips.
"Of course!"
Lin Changheng answered and lifted the chest's lid.
Inside lay a dazzling array of sealed essence blood bottles, filling the chest to the brim.
The [Mystic Spirit Essence Blood] on the topmost layer was unmistakable at a glance: deep crimson, flickering with spiritual vitality, rich and profound.
There were over sixty bottles.
This should be the [Red-Eyed Fire] essence blood she obtained from that sect senior.
Lin Changheng thought to himself.
Seeing Lin Changheng turn a bottle of essence blood over in his hand, Mo Zhaoli explained, "After I replied to your letter, that sect senior contacted me again and asked whether I wanted [Red-Eyed Fire] essence blood."
"That senior has gotten into the habit now. Since I take everything offered and pay readily in spirit stones, there's no need to find another buyer. They